Dry Humping Stories Novels & Stories

Every little move I make sends electricity coursing right through me. It’s so good. So, so good. “Max,” I moan against his lips as we start to move faster. He grinds his hips into mine, moaning against my parted lips. It’s erotic. Mind blowing. Perfect. I didn’t think dry humping could feel this way. Then again, l haven’t had sex in so long that this is probably the reason why. I feel my orgasm building inside of me. It all happens so quickly. I raise my hips to meet his thrusts, closing my eyes when the wave of pleasure washes over me. A string of moans leave my lips and I see stars behind my closed lids.

I say, burying my hand in his hair and urging him to lift his head. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” he says, grinning like the cat that got the cream. Look at him, taking every chance to push his agenda. I pull him down to me and kiss him, our tongues rubbing against each other. Both his legs are now between mine and he grinds his erection down on me through my pyjama shorts. He starts off slow but gradually picks up pace until he’s full-on dry humping me. “Jude,” I moan his name as the pleasure gets overwhelming. It just keeps rising and rising and it feels so good but it feels like I’ll die if I don’t get a release soon.

I was now crouching with my butt facing his, I know this position freaking well, and being here in this kind of state makes me so wet. Goddamn it. I am in huge trouble. I couldn’t control myself, I wanted more of him inside or outside of me. I felt his hardened tip on my core when he thrust in and out while I was still wearing my undies. The effect of the dry hump made me go crazy, this position is too crazy. My moans were to be heard echoing across the room. My heat was slowly subsiding until he stopped and inserted one of his fingers into my core.

A large lump tries to suffocate me as I release little gasps, focusing on how much his touch sets my nerve endings on fire. Lorenzo’s hand slides downward, stopping at my waistband. His breath is steady against my face as I let him work his way beneath my drenched panties. I don’t stop him — not because I can’t, but because I don’t want to. My core craves something — a satisfaction. A fucking release. I shudder as my supposed husband’s warm hand palms my core. I shamelessly move against him again, grinding my hips against his hand — basically dry-humping him.

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

He lifted my other leg so I used my initiative to wrap both legs around him. After many rounds of dry humping, and gulping each other's breath, he gently dropped me to the ground without letting go completely. His hips grounded my core in sync with the movement of his hand—cupping, kneading, and pinching and my puckering tits. bubbles of ecstasy flowed through my vein and lumped-out in my throat, stifling any sounds that would escape my mouth as he moved his hands expertly, touching and stroking all the right spots.

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

Droplets of sweat and tears dripped on him at the same time and I couldn’t help but still push him. He was going to kill me, suck all my- Aah! I let out as he pulled back, pleasure slamming my core. Noticing this, he slammed me to him like twice, making me moan so loudly. My toes curled and I pushed my leg out, feeling wasted and satisfied. His tongue licked the area as he slammed me one more time and deep down, I was so ashamed that I had an orgasm by just dry humping with him. “You love this,” His husky voice whispered through my ears, slamming me to his member for the last three times before rubbing me on it.